Ning Wang seemed oblivious to the murmuring crowd as he continued his slow, heavy steps forward.
Next door to the Cold King and his consort's private room was Lin Zhenfan. Today was Consort Jing's funeral, and he would, by all means, see her off.
He had already used his palace informants to ascertain why the old emperor had imprisoned Consort Jing in the Imperial Prison.
He truly didn't know whether to laugh at Consort Jing's ignorance or her foolishness. She had dared to steal the Celestial Martial's Imperial Seal. Although he himself had once considered stealing the old emperor's Imperial Seal to threaten him, the Imperial Seal wasn't something that could be easily stolen.
It was said that the Imperial Seal possessed dragon aura, and every Celestial Martial emperor could communicate with it. For those not of the Jun family royalty, obtaining the Imperial Seal was useless. Did Consort Jing want Ning Wang to become emperor?
Still, it wasn't surprising that she wanted Ning Wang to become emperor. Every generation of Celestial Martial emperors had ascended the throne amidst fierce competition among their sons.
The current emperor had many sons, and the next emperor would likely be chosen through the struggles of a few of his sons.
However, he, Lin Zhenfan, would not allow any prince of the Jun family to ascend that position, for he also desired to be emperor.
Yet, as he was lost in thought, Consort Jing's funeral procession had already passed by his window.
Meanwhile.
Seeing that Consort Jing's funeral procession had passed, the Cold King and his consort decided to head back to the royal manor. However, as soon as they reached the ground floor, they saw Xie Yichuan anxiously searching for them with Mo Yi.
"Lier, quickly, come back to the Cold General's Manor with me," Xie Yichuan urged urgently.
Upon hearing this, Leng Ruoli's delicate brows furrowed.
"Brother, has something happened at the manor?" Leng Ruoli asked, her face full of confusion.
"Lier, Father's wound on his back has reopened, and he's bleeding profusely. The doctors can't stop the bleeding. I had to come to the Cold King's Manor to find you. Later, I heard from your manor's butler that you had both entered the palace. I was planning to go to the palace to find you, but then I saw you on the street. This is perfect, it saves time. You need to come back with me immediately."
Xie Yichuan quickly explained the entire situation to Leng Ruoli. A worried expression had spread across his exceptionally handsome face.
"Brother, don't rush. Let's talk as we go," Leng Ruoli comforted him.
She thought that if something could make Xie Yichuan so anxious, it meant Leng Jinyu's condition was very serious.
Subsequently, the three of them got into the Cold King's Manor's carriage. As they traveled, Xie Yichuan recounted the events that had transpired at the Cold General's Manor over the past two days. Ye Ying and Mo Yi sat outside, driving the carriage.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, their carriage arrived at the entrance of the Cold General's Manor. The three of them alighted and rushed towards Leng Jinyu's courtyard.
At this moment, inside the room, Leng Jinyu lay on his side, sweat beading on his forehead from the pain. He bit his lip fiercely, enduring the intense agony. The wound on his back was a shocking sight. He was entirely propped up on the bed, on the verge of fainting from the pain.
The doctors the butler had invited from outside were now frantically trying to stop Leng Jinyu's bleeding, while the butler paced anxiously nearby.
"Doctor, how is it? Has my general's wound stopped bleeding?" the butler asked the doctor anxiously.
"Steward Qi, I honestly don't know what's happening with General Leng's wound. Why can't the bleeding be stopped? It seems to be getting worse."
The doctor's face was also etched with worry.
"Then what should we do? If my general's wound doesn't stop bleeding, will he die from blood loss?"
The butler was consumed by worry, his entire being about to explode. He couldn't calm down at all.
"Steward Qi, I've heard that the Cold King Consort's medical skills are exceptional. Perhaps she has a way to stop General Leng's bleeding. Hurry and have someone fetch the Cold King Consort."
The doctor reminded him.
"Alas, my young master has already gone to find the King Consort. He hasn't returned yet," Steward Qi replied helplessly.
But as soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the room. "Uncle Qi, how is my father?"
Before Leng Ruoli could enter, Steward Qi and the doctor inside the room heard her voice.
"Eldest Miss, you're finally back. Has the general's wound stopped bleeding yet?"
Upon seeing Leng Ruoli, Steward Qi immediately felt a sense of reliance. This was because his young lady's medical skills were more reliable than any other doctor's.
"Uncle Qi, don't worry. Let me take a look at Father's wound."
After speaking, Leng Ruoli hurried to Leng Jinyu's bedside. Seeing that the doctor was still using medication to help stop the bleeding from Leng Jinyu's wound, she quickly took out the various medical supplies she needed from her sleeve.
"Doctor, please let me do it!" Leng Ruoli said urgently.
The doctor looked up and saw Leng Ruoli walking beside him. His expression was slightly stunned. After a moment, he reacted, saying with excitement, "Cold King Consort, you're finally here. This humble one truly cannot stop the bleeding from General Leng's wound."
"Let me do it! Please, Doctor, take a moment to rest,"
The Cold King Consort carefully examined the large wound on Leng Jinyu's back while speaking to the doctor behind her.
In her heart, she pondered. Just a few days ago, Leng Jinyu's wound had almost fully recovered. According to her estimation, if he applied the anti-inflammatory medicine she had left for him three times a day, his wound would be nearly healed in another two to three days.
But why had his wound worsened now?
She observed that Leng Jinyu's wound was not only inflamed and festering, but the entire wound had split open, causing severe bleeding, making it even more critical than his initial injury.
What on earth was going on?
"Uncle Qi, quickly have someone bring me two basins of warm water," Leng Ruoli instructed urgently.
Hearing Leng Ruoli's words, Steward Qi hurried out. In no time, he had people bring back two basins of warm water.
Leng Ruoli quickly used a towel to clean Leng Jinyu's wound and stop the bleeding. Then, she disinfected the wound, administered an anesthetic, stopped the bleeding, sutured it, and bandaged it. Leng Ruoli's movements were swift and efficient, and in half an hour, she had finished bandaging Leng Jinyu's wound.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uncle Qi, bring me my father's freshly cleaned clothes to look at," Leng Ruoli said calmly.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room looked at Leng Ruoli with confusion, but Leng Ruoli did not offer any explanation.
Although Steward Qi was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions. He hurried out of Leng Jinyu's courtyard again, knowing that his young lady had a reason for everything she did. He wanted to know the reason, and he would find out soon.
Subsequently, Steward Qi brought back two sets of clothes that had recently been washed for Leng Jinyu in the manor.
Leng Ruoli took the clothes and carefully smelled and examined them.
"Uncle Qi, which old woman in the manor has been washing my father's clothes recently?"
Leng Ruoli suddenly asked.
"Eldest Miss, currently, it's Madam Li and Madam Ye who have been washing the clothes," Steward Qi replied truthfully.